which keeps it ominous and purely reflective
hiding something we aren't meant to greet
perhaps with stealthy pace or gnashing teeth
It's now a carpet I'm afraid to approach,
how deep I could plunge as a hatch may
open in the planks under a rug
The sea-sage fibers would wrap me,
probably tactically
I can already feel the gentle whipping of
creatures tails I still fail to see
May this sheath crumble with my
struggle and peace come with full lungs
Clarifying prior curiosity as all memory
flashes and dissipates
The final exposure wound from ear to ear
captures this still community, exhibiting
colors I could not perceive before this release
Gracefully attained I freeze
becoming muck in a village
I would cling to the fallen twigs in wisps
if one day it should dry up
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